Title: I never meant to hurt you
Author: Shenandoah Risu
Category: SGU, death fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 274
Status: complete
Characters: Tamara Johansen, Everett Young
Season/ Spoilers: AU (hopefully!!)/ none
Archive: please ask me first
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Now, Young... Young I'd know what to do with... ;-)

Synopsis: She understands what he's saying even though she can't hear a thing.

WARNING: Major character death.
I swore long ago I would never write a death fic. Never ever ever. And then this story hit me like a ton of lead and demanded to be written; I needed to get it out of my system. I have no idea why it happened, and I hope there's no more where it came from. It tore me up one side and down the other, especially since it involves two of my favorite SGU characters.

I never meant to hurt you
by Shenandoah Risu

Everett Young passes on quietly during the night.

He's been blind for months now, since the tumor growing in his brain began pressing on his optical nerve. His sense of taste and smell were gone long before then, the vertigo and fainting spells becoming more frequent. He has learned to get around on the Destiny by touch alone, and everyone is mindful not to move anything or leave things lying around.

TJ knows when he starts the steep slippery slope downwards, when his movements become slower, awkward, uncoordinated. He rarely leaves his room to avoid burdening the others. Speaking is difficult. Still, he never complains once, never seems to be in physical pain, and if he is he hides it well.

Finally he can't eat any more, as more and more of his body shuts down.

She sits with him, holding his hand which he can no longer feel, waiting.

She startles when he suddenly looks at her, actually looks at her, and she knows he sees her, for real. He smiles, ever so slightly, his lips move, and she understands what he's saying even though she can't hear a thing. "I know," she whispers.

She feels him squeezing her fingers and she lifts his hand and presses it against her cheek, against her tears. She sits and stares, she doesn't know for how long.

And then she curls up next to him, her face pressed against his, a tender kiss, the taste of his skin on her lips, her tongue.

He exhales with a gentle sigh and simply stops breathing.

She falls asleep as his body grows cold in her arms.

Note:
Whatever muse made me write this - I hope you're happy. Now please leave me alone, and don't ever come back.